Page 150 of All For You Duet
“You stalking me again?”
His handsome face fills the screen with his pool behind him.
“How the hell am I supposed to date you long distance and not be able to send gifts?” He swigs a seltzer. “Packages aren’t stalking, are they?”
“Legally?” I start opening it. “No.”
“Well, damn darlin’, I wanted to break the law for you.”
“That’s my job.” I’m not joking.
“How was your day, Detective?”
“Not as exciting as yours.”
“Come on. Thrill me with your boring details.”
I tell him how we’re watching a bartender, but I don’t bring up TJ or Gentry. They’ve stolen so much from us; they aren’t taking these simple joys too.
Redix won’t stop smiling through my mundane story. “Do I ever tell you how proud I am of you?”
“Every day.” One of the many things I love about him. He trusts that I’m good at this. Too damn good, actually. “I’m proud of you too.”
“You’re gonna be real proud when you open your gift. Set your phone down so I can watch.”
I prop my phone up against a candle on the table beside the lounger. “You gonna give me a hint?”
“It doesn’t require one.”
I glance at my phone; guilt drips from his grin. The bubble-wrapped bundle inside has me certain. Yep, I open it and laugh at the blue ceramic dildo.
“It’s huge.”
“We miss you.” Lust hums in his voice. “Do you miss us?”
“Yes.” Kissing my phone isn’t desperate, right? “Don’t let it go to your pretty head.”
“Too late.” Lying back on his lounger, he holds his phone like I’m on top of him. I can’t resist his request at that angle, “Will you show me how much you miss me?”
“Right here on my balcony?”
It’s dusk, but yards away, the summer beach below is still full of people.
“Even better.” He moves his phone to track his other hand. It rips open the Velcro of his board shorts, revealing the real, hard thing, and it’s torture, seeing what you need to survive like water… but it’s only a screen.
“Let them see how much you miss me.”
“It’s not fair.” I lift my sundress. “Anyone looking up here can see me, but you have full privacy there.”
It thumps through my blood. The risk up here. A warm breeze across my bare thighs. My arousal puddling for him. How he’s watching me…
The size of this thing.
“Press record on this call to make it even,” he says. “This can leak, or you can sell it. I don’t care. I’m proud of how much I want you.”
Pushing his trunks down, he kicks them off as his nudity fills my screen, surging my body with heat. He’s a goddamn painting, a Renaissance of porn waiting to perform.
I press record because I will repeat this ritual many times.